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Zanka blinks at the older man. Then blinks again. Feels like his brain has done a hard reset at the sudden pivot in topic.
Feels dumb when he blurts out, “Follo?”
“Mhm, he was real worried about you missing dinner. Wanted to make sure someone brought you something.” Enjin states, reaching up to rub at his chin in a theatrical display of thoughtfulness. “You know, he could have just brought it himself.”
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Zanka is injured, and Follo’s reaction forces them to confront unfamiliar feelings.
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Enjin has never seen a Skyperson before. That being said, do they normally fall from the Sphere looking like this? Malnourished, scruffy, and concerningly young?
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Everything is about the same, except Rudo is about ten years old and gets smothered by the Cleaners a lot more.
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- Part 1 of Gachiakuta Ficlets
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21 Feb 2026
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La•cu•na (n)
a blank space, a missing part“Zanka?” Enjin calls again, “You… you hit your head pretty hard.”
“No shit, with this headache,” Zanka grumbles. He glances up at Zodyl, pulling a face, and carefully wiggles out of his hold, standing on his own two feet. He sways a bit, then says, “Who the hell are you people?”
Interesting. Zodyl’s mind begins spinning, ideas and experiments spilling into his thoughts as Zanka assesses both them and the Cleaners with an unfamiliar gaze.
“Kyouka,” he says then, “What… what’s going on?”
On a joint mission with the Hellguard, Zanka takes a hit to the head. Zodyl sees an opportunity and takes it.
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02 Feb 2026
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Zanka’s breaths are short and wet– he’s not long for this world. Without his mask and with that gaping wound in his chest, anyone can see that he’s not going to survive more than another minute or so. Jabber sits beside him, giddy with anticipation as he waits for Zanka's inevitable death.
Jabber gets trapped in a time loop where Zanka dies, over and over. It doesn't bother him- he loves the look on Zanka's face as the light fades from his eyes- until he comes to a few realisations about himself, and then it really, really does.
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- Part 1 of Poison Garden
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31 Jan 2026
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selcouth — the unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet marvelous.
Jabber looked up at the ceiling of the cave, and felt something unlock within his chest, and Mankira weighed heavier on his fingers all of a sudden. Freak? Him? How cute. The bruise on his hip throbbed deliciously.
The blonde, maybe brunet, raider with a large stick swung his weapon around, and pointed the sharp ends of the blades and spikes at Jabber.
Jabber felt a laugh bubbling up his throat, Oh Zanka, how I wish you could feel what I'm feeling now—but your eyes are so, so distant. I feel—
"—like you don't like me, man."
"I don't particularly like geniuses like you." Zanka spat.
or, a janka swap au fic.
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31 Jan 2026